They say writers are only as good as the inspiration that drives them to write. I have been wondering if that is true. I have had countless false starts over the last few months trying to get back into a writing routine. My head, computer and notebook are peppered with various jottings and ideas about stories or issues or thoughts I want to write about, but I just can't sit down quietly for the required period of time to write something decent. I always manage to find something unimportant to distract myself with.
I think the main underlying issue is the loss (temporary, I hope) of a key source of inspiration. I realize now how much reliance I have had on that inspirational fountain, from which I have drawn my strength from for the last few years. I feel lost without that someone to turn to with my fears and ideas and thoughts and uncertainties. On paper, life is good right now. A new job, a new home. Change is always a good thing, they say. But one missing element can wipe out all the joy and happiness of all the other elements - what does that imply about my future?
She once told me that God, if he exists, gives each one of us different people for different things. She was my gift - her purpose was to inspire and motivate my soul.
Without her, I am miserable inside.
Labels: "The Written Word", Musings